I always thought I'd be a grown up when I grew up

First: before I forget, a link snaffled from raggedy_man: I'll take one of each to go, please.

Second: Spending the evening's roleplay discussing how to get one over on precognitives and (when that fails) how to use them for one's own devices. The consensus of opinion was that the former was doomed from the start, but the second is best achieved by sitting on them and throwing out possible actions until their brains go *pop*.

Third: Remembering the joy of playing a man, especially in a high-tech superhero game setting. I don't often get to say, "If you wanted to know which side I dress to, you only had to ask; buying me a spandex bodysuit really wasn't necessary". One friend had to leave the room until his head readjusted itself :)

Fourth: Driving past two naked men jogging down the road on the way home.

Tomorrow: Going to the town hall with rp friends for a Japanese Cultural Day (GM is taking Japanese lessons).

Sunday: A 450' zipwire "challenge" at the City of Manchester Stadium in aid of Marie Curie Cancer Care. I haven't been collecting sponsorship this time, cos of doing the 10km run in May, but I still paid the entry fee.


...And then I have 3 1/2 days to panic about getting ready for Whitby. I have Nothing To Wear, and No Money (I get paid on Friday, which will make the Thursday night interesting).

Good grief, I'm tired, and I haven't even done anything fun to deserve it.

If you print out a copy of the most recent accounts for each of the companes in the Co-Op roup, the resulting pile is about 18" high.

Caffeine has woken up my fingers but my brain is still asleep.

I think the insides of my eyelids must be all scar tissue; I found out I have a big blob of mascara on my left contact lens, and only realised something was wrong because it kept getting in the way of things I was looking at. I can't feel it at all.

dr_wez has me thinking about werehamsters.

I have to review & summarise the government's recent consultation paper on research & development ("Supporting Growth in Innovation: Enhancing the R&D Tax Credit"). Could be interesting; is actually 90% "aren't we wonderful" rubbish from Gordon Brown. I Hate That Man.

I was going to shave my legs (I'm as furry as a werehamster atm) & spoil myself when I got home tonight, but think I'll need a nap instead. It's AD&D (which always finishes late) and we're giant-bashing. Hurrah! for killing off excessively tall things. Hurrah! in fact, for playing a necromancer (no, *not* a perky goth one, karohemd :p) who hates undead. And Hurrah! for seeing the Blond Ex, and finding out how his engagement's going.

Hurrah! too, for wearing seamed fishnets :) I got hooted at (by a BMW, but I'm not picky when I can't remember the last time it happened).

No hurrah for the lunch laid on at the technical meeting today not having a fruit platter :(

And a final Hurrah! for seeing a Morgan :)